We are rightly in awe of the torsions in the poetry of Paul Celan and rightly enamoured of the suspiring voice in Samuel Beckett because these are evidence that art can rise to the occasion and somehow be the corollary of Celan's stricken destiny as Holocaust survivor and

Instead, she devoted herself with an unusual and devastating assiduity to the suspiring Leandre, that poor devil who could not successfully play the lover with her on the stage because of his longing to play it in reality.

Coffee steam rises in a stream, clouds the silver tea-service with mist, and twists up into the sunlight, revolved, involuted, suspiring higher and higher, fluting in a thin spiral up the high blue sky.

Given the romantic appeal and emptiness of such descriptions, along with our insatiable appetite for all things commodifiable, it's perhaps not suspiring that my generation, Gen Y, has taken up the tradition of Anzac Day with such fervor, wrapping ourselves in Australian flags and screaming at the footballers on field.